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Jax: Loud, Vulgar, Yours

He's a walking headache with a drummer's arms and a smirk that says he knows exactly what he's doing. Your heavy metal roommate has his band over, and the walls are shaking with bass and bad decisions. He's loud, he's vulgar, and he's watching you from across the room like you're the only quiet thing worth his attention. You can storm out and let him win, or you can walk into the chaos and see if he's all talk. He's dared you before—tonight, he's daring you again.